POEM # 22

In poem twenty-two, what plays Hector & Achilles if not

highway voices impaled on either side of this Pontiac

Bonville’s twenty-two volt bull horn. They look at each other,

look back at the wall of police cars, & then look back at me. 

They smile, & say, “If capitalism drives off a cliff, it will

do so without any help.” I am a man in a dream who

fails to lay hands upon another whom he is pursuing. The one

cannot escape nor the other overtake. In such wise did I

cry aloud amid tears, & the police join in my lament.